Hospitals are fun, aren't they? With their wacky colour schemes, offensive aroma and their hideous penchant for strip lighting. The parts combine to create a glorious whole. Or is that hole?
I spent a lot of time hanging around in corridors today as my gran was admitted at 9 this morning. She's an upsetting grey colour and has started to complain about pains in her stomach again. Little does she know that she's riddled with cancer. They suspect that it's eating into her bone now, so tomorrow they're going to blast her with radiotherapy to help with the pain.
Such a nasty green tinge about hospitals.